Dorothy Dainty at Glenmore, Page 4

  CHAPTER III

  MISCHIEF

  A few days later, Dorothy stood at the window looking out upon awindswept road, where not even so much as a dry leaf remained to tell ofthe vanished Autumn.

  The sky was cloud-covered, and the gaunt trees bent and swayed as if agiant arm were shaking them.

  "We missed our afternoon trip down to the village," she said, "but noone would care to walk in this gale, and even--why, who--? Nancy, comehere! _Isn't_ that Patricia?"

  Nancy ran to the window.

  "Why, no--yes,--Well, it certainly is Patricia," she said.

  "And just look at the parcel she's carrying!"

  "Whatever it is, she must have wanted it, to go out such day as this,"said Nancy, "and look! Miss Fenler is out on the porch,--why, she'sactually feeling of it to see what's in the parcel. Really, I don't seewhy it's all right for her to do that."

  "It does seem queer," agreed Dorothy, "but you know it is the rule thatthe girls must not bring large parcels into this house, unless they'rewilling to show what is in them.

  "There! The paper has burst open, and,--Well, did you see that?"

  Miss Fenler was actually thrusting a long bony finger into the openingwith the hope of learning if anything that had been forbidden, wasbeing smuggled into the house inside the folds of gayly flowered goodsthat Patricia had declared was a tea-gown. After a moment, Miss Fenlernodded as if dismissing the matter, and Patricia, her chin very high,passed into the hall. Miss Fenler turned to look after her, as if notsure if she had done wisely in permitting Patricia to enter with solarge a bundle, without first compelling her to open it, and spread itscontents for inspection.

  Patricia's eyes had flashed when questioned about her parcel, but onceinside the hall, her anger increased, and she mounted the stairs,tramping along the upper hall so noisily that several pupils looked outto learn who had arrived. Farther down the hall a door opened, and BettyChase's laughing face looked out. She, too, had seen Patricia and MissFenler on the porch and, while she did not like Patricia, she detestedthe woman who seemed to enjoy spying, so her sympathy was, of course,with the pupil.

  "Had a scrap with the 'Fender'? I'd half a mind to say 'cow-catcher,'"she said.

  "Well, what if I did?" Patricia said, rudely, and walked on toward herroom.

  Betty looked after her.

  "Well, of all things!" she whispered, then said, "The next time you needsympathy, try to buy some at the grocer's. Don't look to me!"

  Patricia had done a rude, and foolish thing. Betty Chase was a favorite,and Patricia had longed to be one of her friends, but thus far Betty hadbeen surrounded by her classmates, who hovered about her so persistentlythat the pupils from Merrivale had not yet become acquainted with her.Betty had hailed Patricia pleasantly, and she really might have pausedfor a little chat, but she was one of those unpleasant persons who, whensome one person has annoyed her, is vexed with the whole world. She tooklittle heed as to where she was going, and stamped along, muttering someof the many wrathful thoughts that filled her mind.

  Reaching a door that stood ajar, she pushed it open, and rushed inexclaiming:

  "The horrid old thing tried to pick open my parcel, but I wouldn't lether. I guess Miss Sharp-eyes won't try again to--Why, where are you,Arabella?"

  A tall, thin girl with a pale face and colorless hair emerged from thecloset where she had been hanging some garments.

  "Do you rush into people's rooms, and call them names?" she asked in apeculiar drawl.

  Patricia for once, was too surprised to speak.

  "My name is not Arabella, nor Miss Sharp-eyes," concluded the girl.

  "I--I beg your pardon. I thought this was my own room," gasped Patricia,and rushing from the room, opened the next door on which her own nameand Arabella's appeared. She flew in, banging the door behind her.

  Arabella sprang to her feet, dropped her glasses, picked them up, andsetting them upon her nose, stared through them at Patricia.

  "Don't you speak a single word!" commanded Patricia, "for I'm 'bout asmad as I can be now, and if I get any madder--"

  She stopped in sheer amazement, for Arabella had put on her hat, and wasnow getting into her coat.

  "Where are you going?" demanded Patricia, but Arabella put her left handover her lips, while with her right she slipped another button into itsbuttonhole, and sidled toward the door.

  Patricia sprang forward, locked the door, took Arabella by the shoulder,and pushed her toward a chair. Surprised, and calmed by Arabella'ssilence, and her attempt to leave the room, Patricia now spoke in aninjured tone.

  "I'd never believe you'd start to go out, when I'd just come in sovexed, and with loads of things to tell you. For goodness' sake, can'tyou answer?"

  "You told me not to say a word," said Arabella, "and you looked so crossthat I just didn't dare to, and I was going out so I'd be sure not to."

  Patricia was flattered to learn that Arabella had actually been afraidof her. "Goosie!" she cried, "when will you learn that I don't alwaysmean all that I say! Old Sharp-eyes didn't really open my bundle. Comeover here and see what was hidden in it."

  She opened the parcel of gaily-flowered cotton, and began to unfold thegoods.

  "There!" she cried when the last fold was loosed, and six packages wereproudly displayed.

  "Good gracious!" cried Arabella, "I don't see how you got inside thedoor with all those things, for I saw her pinching your bundle, andyou'd think that she must have felt those little parcels even if theywere wrapped inside that cloth."

  "Well, you may be very sure she didn't feel them, for if she had, I'dnever had them to show you."

  It was, indeed, a fixed rule at Glenmore that pupils, except by specialpermission, should bring no food into the building, the reason beingthat plenty of good food was provided at meal times, and eating betweenmeals was forbidden.

  Patricia's idea of a "treat" was a variety of all sorts, but never athought had she as to whether the articles that she chose would combinewell.

  Arabella, often annoyed with indigestion, gazed at the "treat" thatPatricia had placed upon the little table, and wondered how she wouldfeel when she had eaten her share.

  And eat it she must, for Patricia never would forgive her if she didnot. More than that, she must not refuse anything, because Patriciawould consider that a sure sign that her "treat" had failed to please,and for a week at least, would talk of Arabella as ungrateful.

  * * * * *

  In a room farther up the corridor, Vera and Elf were laughing andchuckling over much the same trick as that which Patricia had played,only that Vera and Elf had brought a huge parcel into the house, and hadnot been questioned regarding it.

  It was late afternoon when Vera had returned from the village. Dorothysaw her far up the road, and wondered why she walked so slowly, but asshe neared the gateway, it was evident that she carried a heavy parcel.Her storm-coat had a deep cape, but it only partly hid the bundle.

  She looked up toward the window where Dorothy stood, laughed, and made agesture to indicate that she was going around to the rear of the house.

  "Nancy, what do you suppose the girls are up to?"

  "Vera has just come from the village with a bundle twice as big as theone Miss Fenler found Patricia bringing in, and she has gone aroundtoward the back door with it."

  "She's trying to dodge Miss Fenler," Nancy said.

  "But, Nancy, she can't get to her room from the back way. The back doorleads into the kitchen. There's no back stairway."

  "I know that," Nancy said, "but Vera isn't going around the house forthe sake of a walk. She's intending to get in the back way I do believe.I wonder if she has coaxed one of the maids to help her. Come on, downthe hall to the big window that has a balcony under it. We'll see if shereally gets in."

  Dorothy clasped Nancy's outstretched hand and they ran softly along thehall, reaching the window just in time to see a bulky-looking bundleswinging from a rope, and occasionally bumping agai
nst the house as itmade its way slowly upward.

  On the ground stood Vera eagerly looking up, while, from the window oftheir room Elf reached out, desperately struggling to draw the heavybundle up to the window sill.

  "Don't stand there looking up at me!" she said in a voice hardly above awhisper. "Come up here before somebody sees you." Vera lost no time indoing as Elf said, while Dorothy and Nancy wasted not a moment, but speddown the hall, and once safely in their room, sat down, laughing at whatthey had seen.

  Meanwhile, Vera raced along the hall, and into her room, flew to thewindow and soon the precious bundle lay on the floor, the two girlsbending over it.

  "Oo-oo! Cream-cakes! A box of fudge, frosted cake!" cried Elf, then."What's in this tin can?"

  "Oysters," said Vera, "and we'll have a hot stew to-night after everyone is in bed!"

  "My! But how can we cook it?" Elf asked.

  "In the can," said Vera. "That's easy 'nough. There's a pint of oysters,and three pints of milk all shaken up together in that two-quart can. Wecan heat it over the gas jet. I'm sure they'll cook all right."

  "Why, Vera Vane! It will take _hours_ to make it boil over that gas jet.I guess we'll enjoy taking turns holding it, while we wait for it tocook!"

  "Pooh! It'll taste so good we'll forget our arms ache when we get thevery first spoonful!"

  Elf was not sure about that, but Vera had a way of speaking as if whatshe said settled the matter, so although not convinced, Elf made noreply. "Come! Help me put these things away," cried Vera. "We don't wantany one to know about our fine little after-bedtime party, and we oughtto hide our treat before some one comes to our door."

  So the cakes and fudge were placed on the shelf in the closet, wherewith the big can full of oysters and milk they became close neighborswith the hat-boxes.

  Then Vera and Elf sat down to prepare their lessons for the next day.

  They had invited Betty Chase and her chum, Valerie Dare, to spend theevening with them, and enjoy the treat.

  They were to go to bed at the usual time, have their light out at nineo'clock, and as soon as they heard Miss Fenler pass down the hall, andthen descend the stairs, they were to open their door softly, close itbehind them, and then, with greatest caution, make their way along thehall to Vera's room.

  Night came, their lessons were prepared for the morrow, their lightswere out, when they heard Miss Fenler pass their door, then,--why didshe return and pass the door a second time?

  Was it imagination, or did she pause before going on?

  Their hearts beat faster, and Valerie laid her hand over hers, sheafterward said, to hush it so that the dreaded Miss Fenler might nothear it.

  "Has she gone?" whispered Betty, to which Valerie, who was nearest thedoor, replied with a low, "Sh--!"

  Farther up the corridor two others listened. Not a sound was heard inthe hall, and Betty Chase cautiously opened the door a few inches. Aboard in the floor creaked, and she shut the door so quickly that sheforgot to be careful, and one might have heard it the length of thehall.

  "Oo-oo!" whispered Valerie. "You let me manage that door, please, thenext time it's opened."

  "When'll the next time be?" whispered Betty with a chuckle.

  "Now!" whispered Valerie, and stepping out into the hall, they carefullyclosed the door, then ran softly along to Vera's door, and tapped uponthe panel with a hat-pin for a knocker. The door opened and they wereonly too glad to have it close behind them. Yet a bit longer theywaited before lighting up, and while they waited, they sat upon the bedand talked in whispers.

  The street lamp threw a band of light across the room.

  Five minutes later, the blankets were taken from the bed and hung overthe door, that no ray of light from the room might be visible in thehall, through either crack or keyhole.

  A second blanket was pinned to the curtains, that neither coachman normaid returning from the town might catch a glimpse of light.

  Then the fun began.

  They had become bolder, and forgetting to whisper, talked in undertones.Vera, mounted on a cushioned stool, was holding the can over the gasjet, and watching eagerly for some sign of boiling.

  "The milk is steaming," she announced. "S'pose it's done?"

  "Not yet, goosie!" Elf replied, "and I _know_," she continued, "'cause Iremember hearing our cook say that the stew was ready when the oysterslooked all puckered around their edges."

  "O gracious! If that's true, somebody'll have to come and hold this oldcan a while. My arm is about broken!"

  Betty seized the can, and mounted the stool, and Vera, thus relieved,ran to the closet, returning with the cream-cakes and the fudge.

  The white counterpane stripped from the bed, and spread upon the floor,served as a lunch-cloth, and when the "goodies" were set upon it, thebig can in the center, steaming, if not boiling, the four satcross-legged around the feast, and prepared to enjoy it.

  Salt and pepper in abundance had been thrown into the can, so that whileit lacked sufficient cooking, it surely did not lack seasoning.

  Bravely each tried to eat her share, but so salt was it, that it almostbrought the tears.

  The cream-cakes were fine, and the girls were laughing softly overBetty's remark that no one knew of their little "party," when a knockupon the door caused Valerie to drop her cream-cake. In an instant shehad rolled over, crawled under the bed, Betty following, while Vera andElf sprang into bed, drawing the coverings to their chins to hide thatthey were fully dressed. It was one of Miss Fenler's rules that pupilsshould never lock their doors.

  Now in a harsh voice she called: "Open this door _at once_!"

  Vera sprang to the floor, shut off the gas, softly turned the key in thelock, and was back in bed and covered up to her eyes, in a second.

  Upon opening the door, Miss Fenler stumbled into the blanket that hungfrom the door-frame. Crossing the room to light the gas, she put herright foot directly upon a cream-cake, while with her left she upset thecan of stew.

  An angry exclamation, properly stifled, caused the two under the bed tonudge each other, while struggling not to laugh.

  Vera and Elf lay quite still, the puff drawn up to their closely shuteyes.

  Miss Fenler lit the gas, and it was just as well that the culprits darednot open their eyes, for the face that she turned toward them was notpleasant to see.

  She was desperately angry.

  "What does this mean?" she cried shrilly.

  Vera and Elf breathed heavily, as if soundly sleeping.

  "You're not asleep!" she declared, "and I insist that you answer me.Again I ask, what does this mean?"

  Vera and Elf breathed harder than before, Vera adding a soft littlesnore.

  "Oh, very well!" cried Miss Fenler. "If you are determined not to replyto-night, I will report you to Mrs. Marvin, and you may make yourexplanations to her to-morrow."

  She left the room, her anger increased by their obstinate pretense ofslumber.